My heart has grown monstrous and strong pumping the 24 carat liquid gold that now fills my veins, and yet even its augmented, metal-encrusted ventricles are tested by this scene. I think I felt one of the pistons in my right atrium snap. I’ll need to pay a couple thousand Guilders to get it replaced…

Sapir sentimentality is hard to find. Despite your most earnest naming and diligent seeing, the emperor still has no clothes. Observe the false divide between the perceiver and reality. Causality between a thing and itself is meaningless. Heal this divide as those who seek the hidden name of god do. Simply be.

My philosophy has been gained through practicality, the school of what is effective in inter-being relationships. It is a delight to hear of such a learned man who shares so much of my understanding. Your verse has enriched my understanding and my practice

Snakes don’t get sore when they curl up in their hides, nor do cats suffer for lounging anywhere they please. (Except in my chair, if I forget to look before sitting down…)

Mathangi’s body is a tool for cutting, which requires a good deal of flexibility, given people’s nasty habit of attacking from the side of your body that isn’t holding pointy things. I reckon that very little could damage dear Auntie’s joints, at this point.

As a graduate of Mammon University with a minor in macroeconomics, I can concur; the elephant feather industry is vital to the economy of several world-clusters, including the one that I currently preside over, so I would appreciate it if you would not use your words to destabilize nations, wise Healer. You know what the contract says about destabilizing the economy and it rhymes with “Horn Knights”

The first masters of the multiverse Cut their way to Throne before any such things were concieved. The Keys of Kings and, to a far lesser degree, the ley stones, brought others up to similar levels of power. Though admittedly, I don’t know which of the two came first.

We all need to learn to fight somewhere. Usually you should seek out the oldest and most decrepid warrior you can find, for they must be very good at it to have lived that long. I myself learned the art of the sword from an old thane that had lost both hands, was blind in one-eye and half blind in the other and had his tongue ripped out by wolves. He liked to tie blades to the stumps of his arms and seek out his foes by the sound of their anguished screams.

As the sage Pratchett commented about one of his familiars (I paraphrase): Being a barbarian is a rather dangerous occupation, what with all the people violently objecting to your pillage and rapine. Cohen the Barbarian and his Silver Horde have survived in this profession to become very, very old. Do not take them lightly.

The elders say that all things are YISUN.
The priestesses believe that YISUN committed holy suicide.
The philosophers state that the Holy Suicide was the death of YISUN
The shamans tell that all people are a part of a whole.
I know that I am a person
Though my flesh is of marble micro-engraved with statements of value
And my blood is liquid gold
And my heart is an internal combustion engine
And so I am part of this whole.
And I am a part of YISUN
Who is dead.
All things are YISUN.
I am YISUN.
I am all things.
All things are dead.
I am dead.

Beware the tiny, bearded ones. Allison – she who cut down Enemy #6 and her tree – learned this the hard way within the Void, and only through her mastery of the bottle did she escape to remember this underestimation.

His only useful tool was a wooden bowl, and when he saw a child palm his hands to drink water he ousted “What fool I have been! To carry such useless items!”

He would walk the streets with a light lantern at day, “What fool you are, Diogenes! There is no need for light during the day!”: “You idiots, I am in need of light, I am searching for the unscrupulous man, yet he is nowhere to be found.”

Once, Alexander the Great came upon Diogenes, Diogenes was sitting naked in the sunlight and Alexander came upon him; Standing in the sunlight giving shade to Diogenes as to bring attention to himself.

“I, Alexander the Great, conqueror of all of civilization, King of Macedonia, Ruler of all of Greece, what can I, bestow or help you, Diogenes, with?”

“You can stop blocking my sun!” Shouted Diogenes rudely.

“If I could be anything but Alexander, son of Gods, on this Earth, I would choose to be Diogenes”. Said Alexander.

In my observations of the various beggars in the world, I have noticed several classes of vagabonds. Some, such as in my own arboreal homeland, are simple hermits; the cities, by contrast, are often those who are simply insane, unlucky, or simply quite poor. However, true mendicants, fettered but unbound, are found everywhere, and I personally find that quite terrifying.